More so about learning how to fight the flow of the magic less. The world’s a crazy place as of lately, crazier than usual it seems and with that what can a humble artist hope to do to change any of that?

“Capture the magic” whispers a child-like voice from behind my sternum, reminding me that this life is indeed worth living, and even dying for.

A part of my creative practice that previously eluded me as of late feels to snap into place. The presentation, the sharing and the care put into sending one’s art out into the world. The throw is just as important as the pristinely folded paper plane.

I’ve become intimately if not hyper aware of my addictions in the past 12 months and have begun to exercise the muscle of pinpointing their triggers and diverting that energy towards actions that are more aligned and fulfilling.

Even this- is my alternative to scrolling Instagram. A safe space to be as artsy, cringe, authentic as I can muster. I think everyone deserves a space to unmask, so long as they are prepared to accept the consequences of being perceived.

Will I regret bearing my soul on my little art blog? Possibly. What’s is a life without regrets other than the aversion of risk? Will I regret bearing my soul when I’m dead and the hard drive that holds these words whirs its last electrical hum and goes offline forever? Probably not.

I suppose it’s more important that I bridge the gap within myself rather than clamour for the approval of an ever forgetful and judgmental external public.

As my focus and sense of accomplishment shifts inwards I will maintain my connection to the world through my community and those close to me.

With that said, fostering a strong connection with myself is of paramount importance.